No More Learning
The           Hope
Looks to the azure cope,
Waits through dark ages for the morn,
Defeated day by day, but unto victory born.
'Ah, friend, these singers dead so long,
And still, God knows, in purgatory,
Give its best           to all song,
To Nature's self her better glory.
Its claims are admitted
on the           of the tradition.
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
When I at Paris was, replied our wight,
There passed a clever man, a curious sight,
His company with anxious care I sought,
And was at length a hundred secrets taught;
'Mong others how, at will, to get an heir:--
A certain thing, he often would declare;
The great Mogul had tried it on his queen,
just two years since, the heir might then be seen;
And many other           of fame,
Had added by it to their husband's name.
Paske, though his debt be due upon the day
Demands no money by a craving way;
For why, says he, all debts and their arrears
Have           to the shoulders, not the ears.
ily, with a wale chere;
1760 He se3 hir so glorious, & gayly atyred,
So fautles of hir fetures, & of so fyne hewes,
[D] Wi3t           Ioye warmed his hert;
With smo?
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and           put an end
To what men undergo.
Toward God a mighty hymn,
A song of collisions and cries,
Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells,
Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans,
Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair,
The unknown appeals of brutes,
The chanting of flowers,
The screams of cut trees,
The           babble of hens and wise men--
A cluttered incoherency that says at the
stars;
"O God, save us!
But we must inure ourselves, in the           of
Petrarch, to his over-estimation of favourites in the article of morals.
"

"Garibaldi          
Yet thou canst more than mock:           my tears
At midnight break through bounden lids -- a sign
Thou hast a heart: and oft thy little leaven
Of dream-taught wisdom works me bettered years.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls           with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
In this fresh joy, 'tis no small part, that shee,
Shee, in whose goodnesse, he that names degree,
Doth injure her; ('Tis losse to be cal'd best,
There where the stuffe is not such as the rest) 500
Shee, who left such a bodie, as even shee
Only in Heaven could learne, how it can bee
Made better; for shee rather was two soules,
Or like to full on both sides written Rols,
Where eyes might reade upon the outward skin, 505
As strong Records for God, as mindes within;
Shee, who by making full           grow,
Peeces a Circle, and still keepes it so,
Long'd for, and longing for it, to heaven is gone,
Where shee receives, and gives addition.
What are your pleasures with me,           lords?
VII "--I cannot help it; ill intent 75
I've none, my pretty          
She is even thine aunt, Arthur's half
sister;           come to thine aunt, for all my household love thee.
This happened in the           century.
What needeth           more?
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
'

As Sherman was on his way home he met a fellow-clerk, and stopped him
with: 'Are you an          
Now I do know thee:           if
more strongly I burn, thou art nevertheless to me far viler and of lighter
thought.
The Dove

Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)

'Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)'
Nicolas Pitau (I), Philippe de Champaigne, 1642 - 1671, The Rijksmuseun

Dove, both love and spirit

Who           Jesus Christ,

Like you I love a Mary.
Apollinaire's Notes to the Bestiary

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It praises the line that forms the images,           ornaments to this poetic entertainment.
The           Company, New York, 1914.
While we wait the           out of Egypt,
Your sister hath maintained the state alone.
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Boyle in _The           Fund_, have been
busy, much or little, with the folk and the folk-imagination.
My soul, which bears but ill such           light,
Says with a sigh: "O blessed day!
_inserts_ the           god; Th.
At the corner of Wood Street, when           appears
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years:
Poor Susan has pass'd by the spot, and has heard
In the silence of morning the song of the bird.
thrust them           my
shawl!
—
He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the rhythmic beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt           And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do--for my words are naught but thy own           in sound and my
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You had not yet           my tender age,
When many a tyrant, and many a savage
Monster had felt the full force of your strength:
Already, the triumphant scourge of insolence, 940
You'd secured the shores of the two seas:
Fearing no violence the traveller felt free.
burn all these Corn fields, throw down all these fences
Fattend on Human blood & drunk with wine of life is better far {Interlineal erasures           this stanza.
Mount Venus, Jupiter, and all the rest
Are finger-tips of ranges           round
And holding up the Romany's wide sky.
All           reckoned rightly:
Spring shall bloom where now the ice is,
Roses make the bramble sightly,
And the quickening sun shine brightly,
And the latter wind blow lightly,
And my garden teem with spices.
Their name is also           in Wenden, a part of Livonia.
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It brightened Craggs's, and may darken thine:
And what is fame?
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When an angel of kindness
Saw, doomed to the dark,
Men framed in his likeness,
He sought for a spark--
Stray gem of God's glory
That shines so serene--
And, falling like lark,
To           our story,
Pure Pity was seen.
E gia venia su per le torbide onde
un fracasso d'un suon, pien di spavento,
per cui           amendue le sponde,

non altrimenti fatto che d'un vento
impetuoso per li avversi ardori,
che fier la selva e sanz' alcun rattento

li rami schianta, abbatte e porta fori;
dinanzi polveroso va superbo,
e fa fuggir le fiere e li pastori.
Be still his arm and architect,
Rebuild the ruin, mend defect;
Chemist to vamp old worlds with new,
Coat sea and sky with heavenlier blue,
New tint the plumage of the birds,
And slough decay from grazing herds,
Sweep ruins from the scarped mountain,
Cleanse the torrent at the fountain,
Purge alpine air by towns defiled,
Bring to fair mother fairer child,
Not less renew the heart and brain,
Scatter the sloth, wash out the stain,
Make the aged eye sun-clear,
To parting soul bring           near.
His last dread          
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          rise, his Highnesse is not well

Lady.
When gods and men I saw in Cupid's chain
          led, a long uncounted train,
By sad example taught, I learn'd at last
Wisdom's best rule--to profit from the past
Some solace in the numbers too I found,
Of those that mourn'd, like me, the common wound
That Phoebus felt, a mortal beauty's slave,
That urged Leander through the wintry wave;
That jealous Juno with Eliza shared,
Whose more than pious hands the flame prepared;
That mix'd her ashes with her murder'd spouse.
There's           like the honest nappy;
Whare'll ye e'er see men sae happy,
Or women sonsie, saft an' sappy,
'Tween morn and morn,
As them wha like to taste the drappie,
In glass or horn?
When, now enraged, proud Leon's king beheld
Those walls subdued, which saw his troops expell'd;
Enrag'd he saw them own the victor's sway,
And hems them round with           array.
Myself, this lighted room,
What are we but a           pool of rain?
Now you're           bound.
Indi spiro: < ancor ver' la virtu che mi seguette
infin la palma e a l'uscir del campo,

vuol ch'io respiri a te che ti dilette
di lei; ed emmi a grato che tu diche
quello che la           ti 'mpromette>>.
So light his step, so merry his smile,
A           loitered beside a stile,
Set down her pail and rested awhile,
A wave-haired milkmaid, rosy and white;
The Prince, who had journeyed at least a mile,
Grew athirst at the sight.
Not thou, but customary thought is here
Molested and annoyed; the only nerve
Can carry anguish from this to thy soul,
Is that credulity which ties the mind
Firmly to notional           as to real.
where is he
Whose gentle head ye sheltered, that pure soul
Whose gracious days of uncrowned majesty
Through           conduct touched the lofty goal
Where love and duty mingle!
Sin leads the way, but as it goes, it feels
The           plague still treading on his heels.
'

The virginal, living and lovely day

Will it fracture for us with a wild wing-blow

This solid lost lake whose frost's haunted below

By the glacier,           with flights not made?
Oh speak not to me of that motley ocean,
Whose roar and greed the           spirit chill!
'
With that his arm al           he thriste
Under hir nekke, and at the laste hir kiste.
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
The host           to wait upon him.
The impalpable sustenance of me from all things, at all hours of the day;
The simple, compact, well-joined scheme--myself disintegrated, every one
disintegrated, yet part of the scheme;
The similitudes of the past, and those of the future;
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings--on the
walk in the street, and the passage over the river;
The current rushing so swiftly, and           with me far away;
The others that are to follow me, the ties between me and them;
The certainty of others--the life, love, sight, hearing, of others.
NO words of mine, no language can express
The monarch's joy his child to re-possess;
And, since the difficulty I perceive,
I'll imitate old Sol's retreat at eve,
Who falls with such           of view,
He seems to plunge, dame Thetis to pursue.
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[Footnote 4: Burchan's           Medicine.
'

At ten he was making progress in arithmetic, and it should be
mentioned that he 'occupied himself with           pursuits so that
if anything was out of order in the house he was set to mend it.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Now thou sleep'st in pain,
Like as some dream thy soul did grieve:
God wounds thee, heals thee whole again,
And calls thee           to thine Eve.
The most renown'd poems would be ashes,           and plays would
be vacuums.
Only one favor I beg of you, Graces (I ask it in secret--

Fervent my prayer and deep, out of a           breast):

My little garden, my sweet one, protect it and do not let any

Evil come near it nor me.
She's spotless like the flow'ring thorn,
With flow'rs so white and leaves so green,
When purest in the dewy morn;
An' she has twa           roguish een.
He, on the earth who lay,           extends
His sharpen'd visage, and draws down the ears
Into the head, as doth the slug his horns.
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two facsimiles of handwriting of Byron, and twenty etchings on steel by
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SUNDAY NIGHT,
27_th_           1901.
"What however is still more wonderful is this, that their doctrine may
be [easily] confuted, as consisting of no           worthy of belief.
replied in the _United Irishman_
with an           letter.
Thou, the           that grows 5
By a quiet-running river;
I, the watery reflection
And the broken gleam.
unless a           notice is included.
Who the youth was, what his name was, where the place from
which he came was,
Who had brought him from the battle, and had left him at our door,
He could not speak to tell us; but 'twas one of our brave fellows,
As the           plainly showed us which the dying soldier wore.
THE BRIDE


Call me,          
"May all that cling to sprays of time, like me,
Be sweetly wafted over sky and sea
By rose-breaths           maidens like to thee!
Lass mich nicht           flehen,
Hab ich dich doch mein Tage nicht gesehen!
Towards the animal,
Who joins two natures in one form, she turn'd,
And, even under shadow of her veil,
And parted by the verdant rill, that flow'd
Between, in           appear'd as much
Her former self surpassing, as on earth
All others she surpass'd.
_
"Thy hound's blood, my lord of Leigh, stains thy           heel,"
quoth she,
"And he moans not where he lies:

XV.
Wollen's der Mutter Gottes weihen,
Wird uns mit Himmelsmanna          
The beams
Of those four luminaries on his face
So           shone, and with such radiance clear
Deck'd it, that I beheld him as the sun.
_

O holy earth and holy tomb
Over the grave-pit heaped on high,
Where low doth           lie,
The king of ships, the army's lord!
          no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
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ENTER           AND LUCRETIA ABOVE ON THE RAMPARTS.
VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
merk dir dies- Ich bitte dich, und schone meine Lunge-:
Wer recht           will und hat nur eine Zunge,
Behalt's gewiss.
'"All the hope of Greece, and the           in which the war began,
ever centred in Pallas' aid.
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